Fear darkens her eyes much like dark storm clouds blocking out the streaming sun. What would she face this time when they found out? Pain? Embarrassment? Loathing? Shame? She did not know but fear forged through her body. She would sit and wonder her mind filled with worry.
She never knew when the attacks would come. One day she would determine not to do anything to make them mad. She would do everything above and beyond to please them. They would snap anyway making the efforts of a fragile girl futile. The next day she would mess something up so badly she was positive she would not survive the attack when they found out. Her stomach would be in knots, her hands clammy, her face flushed. Trepidation would take reign over her body. The tiniest noise, the slightest movement, would send her over the edge. Nothing would happen to her mystification. The day would come and go. The week would pass and not a consequence to her actions.
Because of the uncertainty she could never settle down. She learned to doubt people more than trust. She became closed off and cautious. Tears came more often than smiles. The older she got the more guarded she became. Autopilot became her escape. Lying became her safety net. She was so careful scared that everyone would be like they were.
No one ever appreciated her for the beautiful person she was. She was pitied. She was scrutinized. She was shamed. She was a seed that never saw the sun. She never had the chance to grow. She was denied the opportunity to bloom.
